Circle of Memories

Hold my hand whooping in twenty four carats of gold. Be a beggar in streets without own shadow. Dying in glamour as beggars of souls sail to Mumbai port. May flowers dancing as forgiven cherry Hunan nights. Autumn leaves savors of crushed dreams sold as silk Spike in soothing silence sell herself to bow her misfortune. Tender in taming deserts widows of Cairo in golden dress. Fading circumstances as the soul of good and evil radiates. As being ascended in love with its ghosts as seen departed with fame. Knight of lady New York tamed yet impatient. Debating lust as her unconditional dissolving glaze. Give herself as crystals falling down the cloud dreams to move forward.